It doesn't seam fair at all

Everyday I miss you and this hurt doesn't ever let go, I hate everything about my life now, little do you know. Your memories I cherish deep within my heart, nothing is fair anymore, my life's been tore apart. Mothers love their children with a fire that can't be tamed, and when your child isn't here anymore, themselves is who they blame, they never return to normal although though it might seam, they live in constant agony, a nightmare that was once a dream. Mothers and their children have a bond that is so strong, so when a mother loses a child,  everything is wrong. They put on a mask by day and pretend they will be alright, but they lay in bed screaming into the pillow by night.....before you try to tell her that time heals everything, remember her constant torture and lullabies she once would sing.... remember all her memories of her loving and happy home, and understand her pain of being all alone. No laughter no singing, no toys and no t-ball, nothing she once knew .....it doesn't seam very fair at all.